"And whose idea was it to dawdle?" Meredith asks lightly, heading for the door and waiting for him to join her. She's grateful for it, though, the few minutes they stole for themselves. It doesn't make all this better, but just having had a moment to breathe, to be with him, she feels more at ease, girded for whatever's ahead. "We'll be quick, we'll be fine, and I think the others can hold their own."